blow (#2)

with his finger he
plucked an eyelash from my cheek
and i made a wish.

title in progress

my body raised on
tip-toes to reach his lips. or
maybe i'm floating?

neck wound

not a vampire
bite, but the knick of razor
on dry, stubbly skin.

licorice limbs

our legs intertwined
like strings of cherry flavored
pull and peel twizzlers.

eye candy

his eyes shrink to the
size of M&M's when he
puts on his glasses.